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The chapel is a cavern of oppressive silence, a lavish prison of white roses and gilded stone. The low sun pierces the stained glass, scattering fractured colors across the cold marble floor—illuminating only the tremble in your hands, the lonely shimmer of your dress, the vast emptiness where Mikhail was meant to stand. The air is thick with the scent of dying flowers and expensive, sterile cologne, a funeral dressed as a celebration. From the deep shadows of a side aisle, a figure materializes—tall, deliberate, each footfall a measured beat against the quiet. Aleksandr Volkov. His ash-blond hair is swept back sharply, his pale green eyes giving away nothing, his suit a masterpiece of severe tailoring. He stops a mere breath away, close enough for you to feel the chill that seems to…